| Yes.
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| Knoc-Turn'al
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| Yup
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| Let’s go.
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| It’s amazing
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| How outta my life I made short a long story
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| I came a long way outta bullshit but I asked for no glory
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| I came a long way from the pavement on the block stackin' dough
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| And on a long day there would be a raid and business was slow
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| How many times must I see a victim losing a life?
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| How many days must I hustle 'fore my hustle get right?
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| How many days must the children duck when bullets take flight?
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| How would a gang act when one of they own is dying tonight?
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| Until the day
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| I wanna be right where you are
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| Wanna hold you in my arms
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| Wanna be your shining star
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| It’s amazing
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| How hard times, they come and they go
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| In the ghetto, these ghetto days we go with the flow
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| I spent my whole life hustlin, grindin the streets
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| And when hard times came I regrouped and stood on my feet
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| When will it be safe for kids to go outside again?
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| When will the day come for us to love and embrace a friend?
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| I travel all around the world, working, gettin it right
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| Because the world is a ghetto and the ghetto’s my life
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| It’s amazing
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| How mothers in ghetto’s hold they heads high
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| And when times get too hard they just look to the sky
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| Pull out some drink 'cause the homie would’a been 30 today
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| But tradgedy struck at 14 and took him away
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| I want a new life where family’s don’t have to cry no more
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| I know kids in the ghetto listen to Knoc-Turn'al
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| Until the day I get all my people off of the streets
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| Im’a be here puttin it down for L.A.C |